In honor of “Ogden Nashie,” my first husband’s favorite poet

Outside our front door the wide green world awaits,

As if charging my health beckons open yard gates.

I will die if I don’t get fresh veggie exercise daily;

I will slowly turn pasty, impure, gnarly and palely.

A daily walk making for strong physical constitution

Must be done despite overhead wind’s air pollution.

It will show that my frugal week’s performance at work

Is split by a real player, not your sick sucking new jerk!

At any rate, sprawling ‘pon the sofa sprouting TV eyes

As a couch potato – that’s where my own soul truly lies.

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